I was reminded that I saw a few altered versions of subway ads for M. Knight Shyamalan’s “The Happening” somewhere on the web after I saw this post on Urban Prankster about changes to Showtime’s recent campaign for “Weeds” and “Diary of a Call Girl.”
Here’s the original ad:
I went back and tried to find the Shyamalan stuff. It’s on Slash Film, although I doubt that’s where I first saw it.
Since it’s one of the few movies I have on my laptop, I decided to put up a clip of the intro to the movie. It’s actually a perfect tribute to Heston, memorializing much that we know about him–he’s a 70’s suave motherf%cker (note the leisure suit and 8 track tape player), he’s a man of action and he likes guns. Big, shiny automatic guns.
Silly, it’s the 103rd anniversary of Joan Crawford’s birth! What did you think I was going to say?
JC is one of the original Hollywood sirens, a figure only made more iconic through the lens of the movie Mommie Dearest, based on her adopted daughter’s account of her abusive life with her mother. Check last month’s Vanity Fair to get a very different viewpoint from JC’s other adopted children, twins Cathy and Cindy.
Would we still revere JC without Mommie Dearest? I’m not sure, but guessing not. Are all the drag shows really just about Faye Dunaway? Again, I don’t know–but I like Mommie Dearest a bunch. And I love JC drag. Which is what makes bingo with the CT Gay Men’s Chorus so fun.
I’m guessing you think I’m going to go all, “Don’t fuck with me fellas, this isn’t my first time at the rodeo” on you. That’s not even my favorite line. I really, really like when Faye storms into that penthouse she’s turning into a showcase for Pepsi Cola and tears a new asshole into the contractor, screaming, “Tear down that BITCH of a bearing wall and put a window where it ought to be!”
Plus, JC on YouTube sucks. So, I’m giving you a short oddity. A glamorously different glimpse of JC–on the 70’s pseudo-paranormal series, “The Sixth Sense.”
I read Paracinema’s “Bad-Bad-Bad-Bad-Bad-Bad” about Kevin Smith last week and the more press I see about his upcoming movie, Zack and Miri Make a Porno, the more I keep going back to read it again. Kevin Smith is a hack douche (confirmed in both his movies and his books) and it breaks my heart that Seth Rogan is working with him. Image and quote from the genius article:
Look, I’m fine if Smith wants to keep making his barely watchable mediocre bullshit over in his corner of Hollywood. Some people seem to like some of the shit he does, so great, more power too him. Just as long as he sticks to the caliber of actor that he’s been stuck with in the past. He can keep Ben Affleck and Jason Mewes and his goofy looking non-actress wife…. hell, he can even keep Rosario Dawson (though I have no idea why she would lower herself to his level) but Seth Rogan? NO. I won’t have it. Seth Rogan going from Judd Apatow movies to a Kevin Smith movie is like going from playing lead guitar for Ozzy to playing lead guitar for Dio. No, it’s worse than that. It’s like going from playing for Ozzy to playing for Creed.
Patrick Swayze was told that he has five weeks to live after being diagnosed with pancreatic cancer.
Swayze, 55, has been sick with the disease since he was diagnosed in late January with pancreatic cancer, but the cancer has since spread to other organs and now the Dirty Dancing star is dying.
For the past month, Swayze has been traveling to Stanford University’s cancer center for radical chemotherapy, but his doctors are no longer hopeful that the treatments will be successful, according to the National Enquirer.
Patrick Swayze is undergoing treatment for pancreatic cancer but does not have just weeks to live, the actor’s reps and doctor said Wednesday.
“Patrick has a very limited amount of disease and he appears to be responding well to treatment so far,” Dr. George Fisher, Swayze’s personal physician, said in a statement. “All of the reports stating the timeframe of his prognosis and his physical side effects are absolutely untrue.”
“How remarkable to find a Hollywood studio backing a venture like this.”
“Incredibly, it works, right down to the stunning sex act that prompts the following hilarious exclamation: ‘I hope that donkey doesn´t have a heinie troll!’”
“Finally, the greatest cult trilogy of all time is coming to the stage… as a musical! That’s right—Evil Dead: The Musical is here!This hilarious live stage show takes all the bloody fun of the 80’s horror films, Evil Dead 1, Evil Dead 2 and Army of Darkness, and combines them to create the craziest theatrical experience to ever hit New York. Blood will fly. Limbs will be lost. Demons will tell bad jokes. All of this, AND singing and dancing! …”
We saw the new Pirates of the Caribbean movie at the Crown Plaza theaters on New Park Avenue in Hartford on opening night last friday.
Incidentally–we thought it was fantastic in an “everything that a summer blockbuster should be” kind of way. Depp rocked, Davey Jones and his crew looked great, and the action was solid. Totally surprised that Entertainment Weekly gave it a D+ review, but their reviews generally suck anyway.
Sold out show at the Crown–the house was packed–which usually spells trouble. A few gang members in crisp white bandanas roamed a bit pre-gaming, annoying suburban chicks tried to save 18 seats for their ultra-late sorority sisters, and the audience was really pretty chatty before the show.
Lo and behold–the audience actually watched the movie. People were riveted, and it was the first time we can remember ever going to the Crown (and we go quite a bit) when no children got yelled at during showtime and no one had any extended cell phone conversations.
In fact, the only disturbing thing was some white dude who showed up during the previews and asked our whole row to move down one to accommodate him and his girlfriend. No one budged.
But he caused us to miss the trailer for The Transformer movie because he was standing in front of us jabbering away.
“For more than 60 years, the Hartford Drive-In loomed large over the Berlin Turnpike. But on Wednesday morning, a wrecking crew made quick work of demolishing the decaying landmark, clearing the way for construction to begin on 71 luxury townhomes.”It was kind of sad, but it’s progress,” said [Newington] Mayor Rod Mortenson, who grew up in Newington and went to the drive-in with his parents in the 1950s and ’60s. “The Berlin Turnpike changes slowly over the years, and I think the changes are for the better.”
There should be a preservation act to ensure that any new developments on the turnpike have to be designed according to strict historically seedy aesthetic standards. God bless that weathered stretch of glory.
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